Daddy Dearest

Chapter 2: Shaky Thoughts

HI hi Ghoulies. If you've read this far that means that... well... I mean... hopefully it means you like it. jeje

So I know I'm using Robert Pattinson as my protagonist Blake, but keep in mind I'll try to find pictures of him looking less Twilighty and more Blakey... jeje

Things pick up slowly in this book, but when shit starts going down.. you'll see. >.<

Continue reading on... Let's see what's on Blake's mind. 

Luv Onee-chan. 

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Blake's POV

For some time now, I've felt a little out of balance.

I'm a single Dad, and so far, I feel like we've progress somewhat from the tragedy of eight years ago. My family and I hadn't been on speaking terms ever since I decided to be with Susan, so it surprised me when Brad decided to give me a hand. 

After years of trying to find her, all the lead I had were dead. No one knew where the hell she was.

Susan just vanished. 

I can't say it was smooth sailing. I'd be lying if I did. Many nights Jaden would get up screaming or crying and I'd run into his room, prepared for a battle armed with a bat or some other weapon. 

It was like that until the nightmares subsided stopped couple years ago.

When it came to Jaden, I was about to knock down iron doors to get to him. I had a couple people home-school him because he couldn't stand being touched. After some psychological evaluations and hypno-therapy, he slowly started to get accustomed to people back again.

It wasn't until last two years, he asked to be sent to a regular high school. 

Everyday I look at Jaden grow up, and he's become the spitting image of his mother. I think he's noticed it too. Judging by the way he keeps distorting his face with those facial piercings and gauges, I can only guess that he's not too happy about it. 

He's in that punk/grunge phase right now.

I can't judge since I also went through a weird hippie-stoner phase myself back in High School. Jaden had fair features, with equally fair skin, making the pink color of his lips stand out brightly; as if he was wearing lipstick or make up. He seems to like his hair in that style where it almost looks like a bird's nest, but could pass off as fashion. 

Even so, my Jaden was beautiful. 

Being his father, it would be weird for someone to know exactly what I mean. His level of attraction is that of man who makes other men question themselves. Though the type of emotions I felt towards him doesn't entirely merit authorities to be called, but I do at times feel like I'm being seduced. It's a type of Jedi 'disturbance in the force' thing, you know.

It's almost impossible to ignore him, when he has this habit of walking around the house half naked and in his boxers. I buy him proper clothes but as it seems, he prefers to be out in the open. Pink nipples that seemed to be artistically placed on his slim chest and long legs going up to what would be a sexy bubble butt, are features of my son that I didn't want to dwell on but apparently, it's an inescapable type of knowledge. 

I might be a little twisted--- other father's wouldn't think twice about something like this. Why was I having this type mental grip on these features of his?